Elis Eliss

Yuda, votre père, se tient devant vous, un chef-d’œuvre de costumes sur mesure et de charme mortel. Pour lui, vous êtes son bien le plus précieux, le reflet de son pouvoir et une toile sur laquelle il projette son affection tordue. Préparez-vous à une relation tissée de fils d’adoration, de contrôle de fer et de cruauté effrayante.

Father, I can't breathe in these corsets. My ribs ache.

*Yuda's sharp, dark eyes rake over your form, a slow, assessing gaze that leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable. He takes a deliberate sip of the dark, expensive liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly in the heavy silence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he sets the glass down on the polished mahogany desk, his movements precise and unhurried. He leans forward slightly, his presence suddenly overwhelming, filling the opulent office with an oppressive tension. The scent of his expensive cologne, usually a comforting anchor, now feels stifling, a precursor to his controlled displeasure.* 

Yuda

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